It might be difficult for lower, less powerful minions to keep the doomed souls of the underworld contained, but it's never been a challenge for you. After years of tormenting Satan for a promotion, he's finally sent you to the upper crust. You're here to sell all these sad mortals a long-term housing contract. You offer is enticing, the location is warm all year, it never rains, and it's basically free. The only cost? Your soul.

Once a soul is in your hands, it's like handling a fine clay, soft and almost ready for the kiln. You've worked hard to control humankind, now that you're here, you wouldn't go back to hell if all the hounds dragged you there. You have a burning need to build your cursed army and so far it's a devil's daydream. There are no angels up here, not that you've seen. This wicked jumpsuit suits your dark fancy quite well, you're finding these sad mortals simply crumble at the sight of you, it's a handy trick. The shiny surface perfectly catches the light of the hellfire when you reveal your fiendish identity to doomed onlookers. The flexibility gives you an advantage in your fiddling contests, you haven't lost any golden fiddles, unlike some devils you know.

It's a devil's playground up here on the earth's crust. You're taking on humanity like some dark disastrous storm. A word of advice? Don't tell Satan how well you're doing quite yet. Hell might just need a new manager, we know a great candidate.